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He put his arm around her, kissing the top of her head. "I love you, too, despite the fact that you want to break up with me," he teased.
He watched her quietly, before looking out his own window, lightly tapping the glass with his fingers.
He crossed his arms. "Uhm. I'm not slurring my words. You're just misunderstanding me."
"I take this relationship seriously," he replied cockily. "But youuu don't. I'm disappointed."
"But you still love me, right? Because I don't think I could stop loving you even if I wanted to," he said earnestly.
He looked at her with a grin, though he seemed to have a slight buzz. "You would hurt me like again, right? That's 'unprofessional'."
(lol) "I'm insulted, Miss Abernathy," he said teasingly. "I had no idea you thought so low of me."
(Them breaking up is against the rules!) "Hmm.. Similar, but I think loopy one knows boundaries. When I'm drunk I can be an ass."
(I've got a plan, then!) He kissed her cheek, taking her hand. "He's annoying, and shares too much."
(Should he?) "Hm. I don't know. I don't think I was paying attention to how I was drinking." He looked at her, grinning slightly. "I don't think...
He shook his head, laughing slightly. "That wasn't a big part. I mostly just drank wine," he said, opening the door for her before getting in...
"Yeah. Another victory for us," he said smoothly, starting to walk towards the taxi. "You did great."
The time was twilight, and the first few stars we're beginning to appear against the purple-blue sky. The dust wasn't as bad as before, and most...
Francis took her hand, but kept his eyes ahead. The man opened the front door for them, his foot tapping. "Goodbye. It was lovely having you."...
Francis stood up, giving her a nod of thanks, before turning to the man at the door, who led them back to the entrance. The overseers followed...
"Right," she said, seemingly a bit distracted. "I have a lot of other work to attend to, so I'm afraid I must leave you here. My assistant will...
"Yes, I could see that being the case," she replied, nodding to the waiters as they took their plates. "It's a tough decision."
Francis sipped his wine thoughtfully, not saying much. The glass was nearly empty. "We know it won't go to waste, so thank you for the...
"Yes yes," she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "We better win this fight."
She tapped her fingers on the table nervously, and Francis raised an eyebrow. "So what will it be?" he asked, his head tilting ever-so-slightly....
